Ridin' High

(álbum: Stories We Could Tell - 1972)

Baby I was nothing
Just a music man
Didn't even know what I was trying to say
Life can be so funky
For the crazy music man
Got no peaceful state of mind where he can stay

Then I fell into your arms girl
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high – I do believe

Nights can be so lonely
When you're talking with your mind
No-one there to hide you from the bitter truth
Late at night I'd be writing
Listening to my sorry head
Laying wrecked across the bed and crying “ What's the use?”

Then you came into my world girl
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high – I do believe

Every dawn was a demon
Slamming down upon my bed
Raising up his firey head to eat another day
But every day's a song now
To the ears of music man
'Cause he finally got a plan and got a place stay

Sailing on the wings of your love
I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high – I do believe

I'm riding high
I'm riding high
I'm riding high – I do believe
I'm riding high – I do believe
I'm riding high – I do believe
I'm riding high – I do believe
I'm riding high – I do believe
I'm riding high – I do believe